This is the only picture I have on the computer right now... maybe more later. But there they are, Thing 1 and Thing 2.
Doesn't Thing 1 look cute and innocent? Doesn't Thing 2 look totally weirded out? I imagine Thing 1 will receive this look a lot in his life.
Anyway... we're all doing quite well. Thing 2 is healthy and perfect... well, slightly gassy and sleepless right now, but other than that - perfect.
Life with 2 is sorta surreal (but nice). I feel sometimes like I'm outside my body watching my toddler throw things on the floor while I try and settle the screaming infant. Then there's now... Thing 1 is finishing his afternoon nap and Thing 2 is settled nicely in the crook of my arm, snoring while I type. Maybe the sound of the keys soothes him.
Anyway, while we are all physically healthy, my mental health may be precarious. I swing wildly between "Will you please stop throwing things/screaming/biting/spitting up/climbing into the dryer?!?!?!?!" and "Aw, what beautiful boys I have to cuddle/snuggle/play with/teach/protect/watch grow/make laugh/and love."
Then my husband sends me an email telling me how much he loves me and the UPS man finds me crying. Ha.
Yep. That about sums it up.
ReplyDelete8:00-- Will it EVER be bedtime?
8:30-- Aren't they the sweetest little things?
Ha ha ames... I JUST saw this comment (apparently I need to fix these settings). Seriously though - one second to the next - utterly unpredictable. :)
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